There are some things that I do just because I love doing them. There’s not nec­es­sar­i­ly any greater val­ue to them or any­thing — they’re just for me.

“Cer­tain­ly work is not always required of a man. There is such a thing as a sacred idleness—the cul­ti­va­tion of which is now fear­ful­ly neglect­ed.” — George Mac­don­ald

I stitch — noth­ing use­ful, pure­ly dec­o­ra­tive count­ed-thread needle­work. I don’t have any­thing against use­ful sewing, but I’ve nev­er learned to do more than sew on but­tons. I keep mean­ing to learn. Real­ly. I will some­day.

Because I’ve had a hard time find­ing them, I’ve col­lect­ed a list of all the real­ly unusu­al designs I’ve found — espe­cial­ly pagan pat­terns.

I final­ly learned to knit! But I haven’t put pho­tos of that stuff here quite yet. They’re liv­ing on Rav­el­ry — I’m Tech­noMom there, of course.

I love music. I’ve nev­er been much of a spec­ta­tor about any­thing, so I pre­fer actu­al­ly par­tic­i­pat­ing in mak­ing music to just lis­ten­ing to it. Elise Witt, who talks about reclaim­ing music as some­thing peo­ple make instead of some­thing that’s bought and sold, is one of my heras.

I read a lot — books, mag­a­zines, news­pa­pers, web sites, what­ev­er. My moth­er looked at the book­shelves in my house once and said “Have you real­ly read all of these books?” (The answer was, of course, yes!)